'Damn, I am very tired... I shall take a short outing before continuing my work. I am useless in a state like this.' I say to myself. Suddenly someone coughts next to the door, but by the time I pulled out a wakizashi from the drawer, I realize that it is only a guardian of mine. I calm down, drop the short blade on the desk, and leave the building while ignoring the security. I want to be alone.
My goal is a quiet place, so I run to the nearest garden I know. It takes half an hour, because I do not know my new living place's area as well as I should do. While entering the garden, I feel a strange chill caresses my face. It is very sedative after the hours of work. The whole place is soundless, I only hear the flow of a river nearby, and a bird's calling to its mate with a beautiful melody.
I sit down on the dirt, ignoring the fact that the wet soil will stain my kimono's back. After half an hour of meditation, I stand up, and begin my journey back to the Kantei. As I reach my goal, four men sorrounds me - by the first look, it is scary, but then I realize that these are my companions from the 日本パワー. Despite of that I have a new title, I am still Captain of the 2nd Regiment, and since Nowe's... what may I call it? "proclamation about me", well, I do need all the security I can get.
'Shachō-sama! It was a mistake to leave the kyojū alone!' Says one of them, as they escort me back to the building.
'Un... hai... Gomen, I know your responsibility to deffend me from the radical Imperialists, but I had to be alone.' We reach the entrance of my office.
'I understand, but...' Before my attendant could finish the sentence, I slap the door in front of his face. I let out a very deep sigh.
'Maybe I was a bit harsh... maybe I will send him some cookies as recompense. So where was I...' It shocked me, when I suddenly realized that I am not speaking to myself again - there is a shady silhouette next to my desk. The lights are not turned on, and the windows are darkened - it was dark as hell.
The shadow holds my wakizashi in his hand, and slowly start to approach me. My adrenaline rush makes me to use a low deffensive stance, and also makes me ready for the incoming attack... then suddenly the shadow stops, and starts to laugh. When I realized why the sounds seems to be familiar, I cannot decide wether if I want to thank it was not an enemy, or I want to be mad due to I was trolled by an old friend of mine.
'Squibeel, you bastard, you scared my soul out of my body!' I laugh while I politely bow down in front of him after he does the same. My body is still pulses and shivers because of the adrenaline, but after I turn the lights on, I calm down.
'I am suprised that I could scare you. I do know the stance you used, the Sabaki. Where did you learn Ninjutsu?' Squibeel grins at me ' Meh, I don't really care really, it is not why I am here. You asked me to be your MoD with all your fancy offical titles, and I answered yes. I will help you, if you are willing to accept it - and my first suggestion will be to think about your foreign policies. CoT is very important to eJapan, and you should never forget what you serve as President.' While speaking he walks to the door. ' So please, hurry up. We have not got too much time, ya' know ' He nods at me before quiting the room.
After sitting back to my comfortable seat next to my desk, I turn on my computer. While it loads, I think about what Squibeel-san said - I also find foreign policy a priority, but it seems that I have to act as fast as possible. I open my e-mails. The first letter was a gratulation letter from Kei-san, the other couple of letters were from other newly elected Country Presidents. I scroll down, and open a letter marked important, and look at the election results again.
This will be an interesting term indeed. Well, lets begin the work!
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